Later

Posted June 3rd, 2010

Later

Later. I look out at the moon.
I lived here once.
I remember the song.

Later. No sound here.
Moon on linoleum.
A child frowning.

Later. A voice singing.
I open the back door.
I lived here once.

Later. I open the back door
Light gone. Dead trees.
Dead linoleum. Later.

Later. Blackness moving very fast.
Blackness fatly.
I live here now.

1974




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  • http://www.classicnycstory.com Classic NYer

    Is this your poetry? Whether it is or isn’t, I love it.

  • http://www.classicnycstory.com Classic NYer

    Oh, I see. This is an archive of famous poets. Forgive me, but it took a moment, haha.